The Third Generation

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Thomas x Joan
Mpreg
Thomas' POV

"Joan?" I ask feeling my eyes start to tear up.

"Yeah?" They ask instantly wrapping me in a hug when they see that I'm crying.

"What's wrong?" They ask.

"Do you promise not to leave me?"I ask and they look at me in disbelief.

"Joan... I-I'm uh... I'm pregnant." I whisper.

"Wait... seriously?!" They exclaim happily. I nod and they lift me into their arms.

"It's a little early, we're only fifteen, but we can do this, together." They tell me and place a hand on my flat stomach.

Two month time skip
Same POV

We still haven't told my parents that I'm pregnant. I think my papa noticed and dad asked about it a few times.

"Dad, papa, grandpa, granddad, I'm pregnant." I tell them and they pause. Papa starts laughing.

"I'm not normally one for jokes but that was good! You almost had me convinced!" He laughs and I feel tears sting my eyes.

"You weren't joking?" He asks and I nod.

"It's a little too soon, but I'm sure you can handle the little one." Granddad says with a smile. I hug him and run off when I feel the need to vomit.

I hear Joan call my name but I ignore them. I puke my guts out as my boyfriend calls my name.

"...joan..." I mutter finally finishing dry heaving.

"Thomas!" He exclaims when he sees me.

"Back off." I growl suddenly feeling angry.

"Huh?" They ask.

"Back off!" I get louder and he backs up, obviously hurt by my words. He grabs his stuff from my room, ignoring my plea to stay.

"You're new to this aren't you? That's a mood swing. He can go from happy to mad to crying in three seconds." Dad tells him.

"He can't control it, so give him a break." Dad finishes. I do grabby hands for Joan and they pick me up and hold me close.

Seven and a half month time skip

Joan and I sit, still figuring out baby names for our baby girl.

"Talyn!" I exclaim suddenly causing Joan to jump.

"That's actually a really great name." They say with a smile. I cuddle close to them, but freeze when I feel sharp pain rip through my abdomen.

"Ahh!" I scream suddenly, scaring Joan. I grasp their hand for dear life as I feel the baby get into position.

"Is the baby coming?" They ask.

"NO SHOOT SHERLOCK!" I yell.

"Is that your way of cursing?" He asks laughing as the contraction passes. I feel the urge to punch him and cry at the same time, so I go with the second option.

I see him visibly tense up as he tries to figure out what to do.

"Thomas, what's wrong?" Dad asks after seeing me start bawling.

"J-Joan and pain and he laughed at me!" I cry into his shoulder and grasp his hand as if it was my life line.

"Back off." He growls and lifts me in his arms. He takes me downstairs and calls for Papa.

"Is it time?" Papa questions and Dad nods. He lowers me down so I can rest my back on the couch and puts a stained towel under me.

"That's the towel both you and your Dad were born on." Granddad tells me with a warm smile. I smile back as warmly as I can and feel pressure start to build up. Papa spreads my legs and pulls my shorts down.

"Oh. You can push when the next contraction hits." Papa says looking shocked at what he sees. I grasp dad's hand as hard as I can as I push.

"AHHHHH!" I scream loud enough that the neighbors can probably hear.

"She's crowning! Keep going!" Granddad exclaims brightly and I feel her move as I push again. I can feel my baby slip out of me and hear Joan yelling to get in here.

"LET ME IN FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" They yell loudly and stop when they hear our baby's cry fill the room.

"THOMAS! PLEASE!" He screams.

"no." I whisper.

"What?!" He calls out.

"I WANNA BREAK UP!" I yell.

"Thomas... why..?" He says stopping to sob.

"You don't treat me right when I'm in labor with your baby, you don't deserve to be there for me or her." I growl. I watch my partner, my other half, walk out in tears.

"Joan..." I whisper and they whip back around.

"Promise to never do that to me again?" I ask and they nod vigorously. I open my arms and he runs back. He hugs me gently and sobs into my shoulder.

"I love you. So, so much." He whispers and I kiss his lips softly.

"I love you too." I tell them.

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